"Pervert! You bastards, let me go!" Alice struggled fiercely, her flushed anger only adding to her otherworldly beauty.
The two senior students stared, utterly spellbound.
*Damn. What’s she gonna be like when she grows up?*
The blond man spread his hands, golden curls rippling.
"Easy there, little Sorceress. See how calm your Dark Lord is? Take notes."
"*My* Dark Lord?" Porcelain confusion painted Alice’s face.
"Oh? You don’t know where your nickname came from?"
Alice shook her head obediently. Her bewilderment left the seniors drooling.
*Tsundere? No… this is next-level.*
—*Yandere!*
"Tsk tsk. Fine!" The blond snapped his fingers. "Let Elmande, president of the Kempfa Society, enlighten you!"
"A Sorceress? Why, she’s the Dark Lord’s woman~"
Elmande smirked, cat-to-mouse, studying Ryosuke’s face for cracks. None came.
Hands buried in pockets, Ryosuke met his gaze, ice-cold.
Alice wasn’t so composed. Her cheeks flared crimson like fired porcelain, steam nearly rising.
"W-What nonsense are you spouting?! Insolent jerk! Damn you!" She thrashed wildly. The seniors strained, Battle Qi flaring to hold her.
*This little demon’s got monster strength!*
"Done talking?" Ryosuke scuffed his heel against the ground, head low.
"Oh? Surrounded by the Kempfa Society, alone yet so calm? I’m impressed, kid." Elmande’s sneer deepened. "What year are you?"
Ryosuke asked the unexpected.
Elmande’s smirk twitched. He flicked his curls back, sneering down.
"Brat’s a brat. Never heard of Elmande?"
Ryosuke sighed, shaking his head…
"You’re a first-year."
Elmande froze. His build matched seniors, but his words gave him away.
*Ugh. Mariana Trench depths. Only third-years and up are worth talking to.*
"Boring. I’m out." Ryosuke turned, yanking one hand from his pocket for a stiff, perfunctory wave before shoving it back. He swaggered off, feet splayed like a delinquent.
"Hey! Ryosuke! What about me?!" Alice shrieked. Sima Luan Tong didn’t glance back.
"Figure it out yourself…" This time, he didn’t even pull his hands free.
"HEY!" Alice lifted her chin, golden bangs shadowing her face as she screamed with all her might:
"You’re the Dark Lord! The delinquent Silver Demon King! I—I—I’m your… your—"
"Too busy." Ryosuke cut her off, voice flat.
Her pearl teeth bit her lip. Hidden behind golden strands, her expression was unreadable.
*…Alice…*
*Shit. Got so caught up with these brats, I left Alpha alone in class. What if old Bolong’s up to something?!*
Ryosuke quickened his pace. First-years ahead shuffled nervously aside.
This was the Enlightenment Class—kids under ten. Hitting them?
That wasn’t just bad manners. The real boss here was—
The Radiant Ten Stars’ Tyrant—Hilfa Saori Xandermore!
Piss off the Tyrant? That was a death wish.
A blade of Battle Qi slashed down at Ryosuke’s back—blindingly fast!
"Where’s the rush, kid?!" Elmande roared, azure Battle Qi erupting around him.
*Great Fighter level!*
No wonder he swaggered. A first-year at Great Fighter rank meant—
—back when Ryosuke’s age-group trained, Elmande had been peak Fighter!
Alice’s jaw dropped, frozen in shock. Everyone else mirrored her.
Why…
—*Sima Liangjie*—an Enlightenment Class child—was pinned under a blond man’s boot.
"Patience, kid. We’re just getting started…" Elmande’s face twisted with vindictive joy, as if avenging some deep humiliation.
Slyly, he glanced toward a golden tower. A flash of red hair vanished.
Elmande’s grin widened. He ground his boot harder into Ryosuke’s back.
"Hah! How’s this, delinquent Silver Demon King?! Still too cool? Bored? I’ll make it *fun*!" His features contorted.
"Boss, enough! Remember who watches over Enlightenment Class—"
"Scaredy-cat! So what if she’s ranked high?!"
The crowd fell dead silent at his arrogance.
"Schwarlow, stop your brother." Bing Pei’s calm cut through. "As a senior *and* Kempfa president, bullying juniors will ruin your reputation."
*Reputation…* Right. He was noble Kempfa blood—not some side-branch like his brother. He’d inherit the Kempfa name. He couldn’t… couldn’t back down. But if he showed weakness here, Luna would despise him. All the girls would. He was Kempfa’s future heir, the heartthrob…
*I…*
Schwarlow clawed at his hair, torn.
Bing Pei watched, sighing inwardly.
Luna didn’t care. She pumped her fist, the only Fighter in Enlightenment Class 3—and one of Schwarlow’s admirers.
"Don’t fear him, Schwarlow! If your brother’s brave, why chicken out?! Teach this punk his place!"
Bing Pei shot Luna a frosty glare and fell silent.
Schwarlow swallowed hard. He reached toward his brother…
"Stop it! You bastard! Bullying juniors? What kind of man are you?! Get your filthy paw off him!" Alice roared like a golden lioness.
"Yeah, bro… p-please… stop…" Schwarlow’s whisper was barely audible.
Luna’s eyes dimmed with disappointment.
So did Bing Pei’s.
Just as chaos peaked—
Ryosuke pushed up. Slowly. Lifting Elmande’s boot with him.
Elmande choked on words. Only he felt the terrifying power under his sole. He poured every ounce of Battle Qi down—yet couldn’t crush that small frame.
Sima Liangjie rose halfway, twisting to stare at Elmande.
Elmande’s mouth gaped soundlessly. Raw terror flooded his eyes. He stumbled back, trembling, staring at the silver-haired boy.
In his vision, Ryosuke wasn’t human anymore. He was—
—a silver dragon, coiling and snarling in the sky!
"Elmande, right?" Ryosuke didn’t stand. Silver strands hid half his face.
"Bold. You’re the first… to ever step on me."
Elmande’s throat locked tight. He tried summoning Battle Qi—but it died, crushed by pure, instinctive dread.
*Like prey facing its apex predator!*
"You must’ve… *prepared* for this!"
The silver-haired boy slammed his palm onto the granite floor. Stone shattered into a crater.
He flipped backward, spinning like a coiled rope—every ounce of strength focused into one end: his fist.
The other end pointed at Elmande, shivering on the ground.
No one doubted it now.
The arrogant Kempfa Society president
would be erased
by that small, plain fist.
From this moment, no one in Kempfa would question that boy’s title:
—the delinquent Silver Demon King.
